Gripping either ass cheek, he tongue fucked me so fast and hard I was popping my pussy on his tongue with fierce abandon.

He sucked flavored jelly out my ass and ran his tongue back to my wonderful opening and the bitch accepted him with open arms.

I shivered.

I felt the Honda rocking, I didn’t give a shit. Why pay close to a hundred or more bucks getting a hotel room on the beach when I could fuck in my car for free?

He pumped my hot mouth until he came down my throat. I didn't know this man from Adam. But he was so damn fine. And you only live once so boom shakalaka boom, bitches.

All my life I'd played it safe. Did things by the book. Always put others before my own well being. That was a standard set by my freaky parents. I say freaky because my Mama and daddy fucked everyday for thirty years.

Putting them out of my head, I swallowed his hot load. He seemed to come forever. It was thick and sweet. His huge dick throbbed in my mouth and it made me wetter. I was massaging my clit till I squirted on my dashboard and his face.

"Give big daddy that nut, bitch."

I felt myself letting go as I fell over the mountain, plummeting towards the earth with no parachute…my walls pulsated on his tongue again, which was deeply embedded in me.

I exploded again, shaking uncontrollably. I sucked on his nuts to keep from screaming, my nose inches from his asshole.

He twirled those hips, grinding on my car seat.

He smelled so good downstairs.

Once it was over I was drained. It took great effort for me to fix my clothes and sit up on the passenger seat. He pulled up his pants, not all the way, and let the dick sit there, looking all good.

I couldn’t resist. I grabbed it and stroked it softly. He looked at me, smiling.

He was boyishly handsome.

I had said, “Baby, see Wet Willy’s over there, do you mind buying me a drink and then I can take you home to my world and fuck you to sleep, show you what them Birmingham Hoes don’t have? I’ll drive you to the airport.”

He had tried to kiss me. I wasn’t having it. His hazel eyes shined bright under all the South Beach lights.

“I’ll be right back, Shawty,” he said, hoping out my car, and pulling up his FUBU jeans in public. Look at that dick! And his wedding ring shined brilliantly. I didn’t care.

He wasn’t my man. Hell he could go back home to his wife in Alabama when it was all over. I just wanted some fast cash!

Sexy man he was. Would he understand what I was about to do?